Shan Sinan's speaking skills are really far worse than his talent in martial arts, as soon as he opened his mouth, he directly provoked the obedient official to a rage, and he couldn't wait to draw his sword and kill people.

"Young master, our house was burned to the ground by a gang, the master was beaten, and Sister Xiaoqian's legs were broken." When the big head saw Zheng Chengguan, he complained first, and the obedient official was stunned at first, he couldn't stop! Daddy is now the national ruler, who ate the bear's heart leopard gall?

The big head looked at the young master's expression and didn't seem to believe it, he was anxious, and he said the matter roughly with oil and vinegar, plus Xiao Douzi's head, although Xiao Douzi is not very old, but he is cultivated in the palace, and he is old-fashioned, it must be true, and the obedient official suddenly ate a big mouthful of mustard, and his breath rushed straight to his head, and he almost even stood up his hair.

People say one thing and do another, everyone understands the big truth, but when it really comes to their own heads, it doesn't work, and whoever is burned and his father is bullied, he has to be anxious.

With a bang, the obedient official slapped on the low table next to him, this low table is used to rely on his hands, the area is not large, and the place to put the book is too small, and he slapped it down fiercely, and it suddenly fell apart. Ignoring the burning pain in the palm of his hand, he pointed to the big head and scolded: "You stupid, your home has been burned down, and you have been bullied, why don't you go to those troublemakers and break their legs......"

The so-called time and time, only Yan Hui is willing to live in the alley and drink freely, and the master himself can't do such cultivation, not to mention what is the identity of the good official now? The uncle of the Ming Dynasty, the emperor of Fusang, although the sword of the sword is not used to slaughter dogs, but the dogs pounce on the body and bite and do not draw the sword, so there is inevitably the suspicion of A Fang.

The big head suddenly felt aggrieved, and pouted: "I broke those people's legs!" Only then did he tell him about the second half of his family's martial arts and impact Ningbo Fuxue and arresting more than 100 talents, and the obedient official immediately couldn't cry or laugh, "Shan Sinan, you stinky boy, you talk half of your talk, and half of your ......" As he spoke, he turned his head left and right to find something to throw him.

Shan Sinan clenched his fists and said, "Young master, but I still feel uncomfortable, I haven't had enough anger, our house has been burned, and it was not easy for us to go to Ningbo to buy it." ”

It is said that the good official is not bad for money now, and it is not a good idea to buy ten seats like Peach Blossom Dock, but this Peach Blossom Dock, which was obtained when the good official first became famous, there have been many stories in it, from the four walls of the family to the big mansion that has been counted before and after, this kind of struggle is not a word or two can be said clearly, when the big head first lived in, it was joyful and tight, looking for secrets everywhere, leaving footprints everywhere, this is a child's game, but this kind of memory will become more and more reliable with the passage of time.

The big head cried as he spoke, "My Xiaobai didn't have time to run at home, he was burned alive, and I brought Xiaobai to Ningbo from Daxing...... Whining! Those dog things, I can't wait to kill them alive, and then take their hearts, livers and five organs to sacrifice Xiaobai. ”

The good official's heart was cold, Xiaobai was the pony he brought to Ningbo from Daxing, he knew that Datou's words were by no means a joke of angry words, this kid can really do it, the child's concept of right and wrong is already thin, and what Shan Chixia taught him is not only martial arts, but also the concept of [enemy, or friend] in the army, friend, let's stir the horse spoon in a pot, enemy, that is really going to kill people.

What's more, this is the Ming Dynasty, not five hundred years later, at this time, to pay tribute to the enemy and then to pay tribute to friends, it is a righteous act worthy of a special book, countless people want to sing, speaking of which you have to pick a thumbs up and praise a hero, and Xiaobai is not a friend for the big head.

Therefore, at this time, the good official had to appease the big head, "Okay, okay, silly boy, breaking their legs is naturally more relieving than chopping them alive, do you think, if the young master and I break my legs and lie on the bed for the rest of my life, is it worse than death." The big head glared, "Who dares to hit the young master's leg, I will cut him alive." However, he thought about it, and it seemed that a broken leg was indeed more relieving than death, and at that moment a snot bubble burst in his nostrils, "Hmm! The young master is right, but there were thousands of people when we set fire to our house! I just interrupted a hundred people, and I was still angry. ”

I'm really speechless about this kid's good official, sure enough, one aspect is particularly good, there will definitely be other aspects that are particularly clumsy, there is only a thin line between a genius and an idiot, this kid is a genius in martial arts, but he is at least three or five years naïve compared to his peers.

was interrupted by the big head, but the good official couldn't even get angry, at this time Xiao Douzi said, "Uncle Guo, this matter was later discussed by the slave maid and the national master...... "The big head spoke clearly, Xiao Douzi said again, the good official just figured out the context of the whole thing, couldn't help it, and snorted twice, "The cabinet group auxiliary, the Ministry of Rites, what a big official." ”

"Uncle Guo, let's hurry back to Daming! The slaves and maids always feel that these people are ready to move, and in the end they are afraid that they will burn the fire to the mother, this is a big thing, or the uncle of the country goes back to take charge, and the slaves and maids have the bottom in their hearts. Xiao Douzi said it cautiously, his eyebrows were obedient, he had entered the inner study, served the emperor and Concubine De, and castrated as a eunuch at a young age, and had an indescribable keen feeling for people's surnames.

Although his little Douzi is favored in the inner court, there are too many bullish princesses, such as the eunuch of the celebrant and the eunuch of Bingbi, these are all real prime ministers, such as the eunuch of the Dongchang palm print, the power is monstrous, and the hundred officials have to think about it when they sneeze, such as the eunuch of the palm seal of the imperial horse supervisor, and the military department sometimes has to listen to them, so many eunuchs who are angry, what is his little Douzi.

But after leaving Beijing, who doesn't flatter along the way? Even if it is the governor of a province, he must politely call Dou Gonggong, and some petty officials are even angels, eager to put him on their heads.

I feel comfortable outside, although I am favored in the inner court, I have to be a man with my tail between my legs, the so-called people are of the same heart, and the heart is compared to the heart, Uncle Guo, the emperor of Fusang, is willing to go back to be a shrunken imperial relative?

So when he said this, he was inevitably a little apprehensive, and the obedient official immediately saw his thoughts, and immediately laughed, when he had no official and half a position, he dared to go to sea to save the Yan family, and now although he is not a minister like a rain and a good general, but he is not a person who has no capital at all.

He turned his head and said to Zhongli, who had not spoken: "Brother Zhongli, do you think I am like a person who is getting bigger and less daring?" Zhongli immediately blushed, this was said when the good official deliberately provoked him, at this time the old words were brought up, of course, Zhong Li also knew that this was the uncle of the country joking with himself, in order to show closeness, after all, he only got acquainted with the good official after going to sea, what is the situation in the family of the national master, it is a black eye, like the big head just spoke, he is not easy to interject.

Now that the obedient official asked him, he rubbed his palms and laughed a few times, "I am a mortal in the flesh, where can I compare with the uncle of the country who descended to the mortal!" "Changing the way to say that he is not small, not only is he not small, but he is also a thief, otherwise, he can't do such a thing as being alone, and he can be sung as a record book.

He turned around and flattered a sentence, and suddenly had an idea, and said: "Uncle Guo, why don't you compile the things in Fusang into a book, and let the storytellers give speeches everywhere, we can all think of it, and there must be one of them called [Uncle Guo is alone in the battle, and the monkey is dying], like the matter of Yinshan, naturally it is [The lord of Fusang is shocked by the heavens, and he is grateful to the silver mountain]. ”

As soon as he said this, Xiao Douzi hurriedly followed the wind of words and applauded first, what the obedient official was doing in Fusang, it can be said that everything can be said to people, of course, forging national letters and so on must not be said, but his experience, others can't come again if they want to, it can be said that the time and place are favorable.

For example, if he hadn't become the uncle of the country, he would have been divided, I am afraid that the court would eventually send troops to suppress him, but he is the uncle of the country, and the taste will change, if you want to slap the face too hard, wouldn't you openly slap the emperor in the face? If you want to say rebellion, those dozens of ironclad ships are not farts in Daming, to say something ugly, if you really want to get him, transfer Qi Jiguang to Fujian and Zhejiang, Qi Shaobao can probably beat him into ashes with only one hand. Even, there is no need to make a move, as soon as the identity is laid out, these guards under the obedient officer are immediately afraid and will be scattered first, this is still good, and the bad one may take the head at night and go back to surrender to Grandpa Qi, that is also very possible.

Everything must be seen in one positive and negative way, the identity of the uncle does bring a lot of inconvenience to the good officials, but it also brings huge benefits, such as this ironclad ship, if he is not the uncle of the country, who dares to transfer another twenty ironclad ships to him for nothing, not because he is the brother-in-law of the Wanli Emperor, so others know his family history, it is also impossible to copy, you also want to learn from the uncle of the country to study overseas? What are you kidding, are you ready to rebel?

As soon as Zhong Li said this, the obedient official smiled, "So that my brother knows, I have been looking for someone to do this early in the morning, and it is estimated that it will be very different, and the script will be compiled." Now he has a different identity, and he is the best at writing books, but he doesn't need to bury his head in writing until his wrists are red and swollen.

Jiajing year Wuding Marquis Guo Xun did this, he found a lower-class literati to compile a book "Huangming Kaiyun Heroic Martyrs", which put the credit for shooting Chen Youliang on his ancestor Guo Ying's head, Chen Youliang died of [Jin Ya Guan Brain], but who shot it, no one knows, this has to diverge, in the words of the novelist, that is, there is no dragon luck, death and arrows, but Guo Xun was stunned in the book that it was Guo Ying who shot it, and immediately let his ancestor Guo Ying and the six kings deserve to enjoy the Taimiao, and he himself also entered the Yiguo Gong and the Taishi.

It is not a new way to use the script in the Ming Dynasty to achieve a certain purpose, such as the Ningbo rush incident this time, at first it was not the script that "Liancheng Fu Liancheng" fabricated the national abbot Zheng Liancheng to bully men and women, this is the so-called power of public opinion in later generations, the Ming people are not stupid, and they know how to use this.

Therefore, since the good official got inspiration from the Wenren clan and felt the context, these things have been started early.

Zhongli immediately raised his thumb, "You are still tall, brother, but since we followed our brothers, we have also learned some literati paths, and being able to think of this means that we are also improving...... Hey, hey, hey! He laughed as he spoke, turned his head to Xiao Douzi and said: "Little Douzi father-in-law, don't worry, our brother, that is an immortal born in 800 years, where would you be afraid of those pickled civil officials and businessmen, these guys are all moths of the imperial court, and sooner or later they will be killed." When he said this, he was a little murderous.

I have to say that Zhongli is indeed improving, there are some words that are difficult for the good official to say, just say a word, he can immediately feel the pulse of the good official, and say the meaning of the good official very rudely, this is the ability to be first-class.

The obedient official nodded secretly, Brother Zhongli is a really good man from a reckless background, although he is rude, but he is indeed improving, although he can't become like Qi Shaobao in the future, at least, he can also sit on one side like Li Rusong.

He sat on the top and nodded, Xiao Douzi was suddenly happy, as soon as Uncle Guo returned to China, his courage was enough, and his face was full of smiles at the moment, and the good official called Yi Neng Jingzhai and Futian Jingsheng at this time, and then, to put it mildly, let the two of them go to collect taxes Ming'er, all Daming maritime merchants have to pay 300 percent luxury tax, 20 percent personal tax, and the rest of the various occupation business taxes, overseas business franchise tax...... Reported a whole bunch.

Yi Neng was stunned for a moment, this, this is too ruthless! He cautiously asked, "My lord, do you really take it all?" ”

"Yi Neng Jing Zhai." The big head shouted next to him, "My family was burned by those merchants, and the master of my family ate a stick in his back when he was fighting with those people, and he vomited blood, you say that this tax is not collected?" ”

Yi Neng Jingzhai suddenly had a cold war, the big man, isn't that the national uncle, Uncle Guo's house in Ningbo was burned? Guozhang was beaten and vomited blood?

He immediately had a look of courage on his face, and said viciously: "Collect, collect, don't worry, if I don't do this beautifully, come and see you." ”

Early the next morning, Kyo Town was surrounded by 20,000 troops, which immediately made everyone panic, not only that, but 20,000 troops went to Kai Town, and 10,000 went to Ishiyama Town.

Yi Neng Jingzhai took two thousand warriors armed to the teeth, among these two thousand people were the Ming people, the Fusang people, and the Southern Barbarians, but all of them were wearing bright and dazzling fat jackets, and the tassels on the iron helmets on their heads were as red as blood, all equipped with waist knives, carrying muskets on their backs, and when they walked around neatly, not to mention those people, even the 100,000 army itself, it was terrifying to watch.

The castle town of Fuso is a bit like the fang market in the Tang Dynasty, generally speaking, the commercial shops that operate and buy and sell are on the same street, and the Ming people do business, and there is a custom of holding together, so after the two thousand people surrounded the streets that were basically Ming merchants, all the people inside panicked.

Don't look at this time, many businessmen are scholars, and their mouths are usually quite fierce, but most of them are on the verge of dying to report the king's goods, this is still the middle and late Ming Dynasty, and when the late Ming Dynasty comes, there is no even the goods of dying in danger, all of them are boneless goods, and when you light up the knife, he is scared and soft.

The ancients had the so-called guilds, this kind of guilds are generally not small, and some big guilds can even affect local politics, such as this street, the merchants on the street are almost all members of the Ming trading house, surrounded by a large army, although these people are panicked, unexpectedly, Yi Neng Jingzhai led people to collect taxes from the first one, these people do not fight, do not refute, just silently.

Yi Neng Jingzhai looked at the panicked looks on these people's faces, and then looked at their behavior, he knew very well, he had traveled in Daming for many years, and he was very clear about this situation, didn't he rely on the big guild behind him, and the law did not blame the public, and in the end, the government was probably going to appease the matter.

sneered in his heart, he said in his heart that it seemed that he wanted to vent his anger to the national master, and it would be impossible not to kill some people.

The first merchant house was an unlucky ghost, and he was immediately dragged out viciously, and his knees were smashed with a scabbard from behind, and he immediately fell into the mud as soon as he became soft, and his white shirt was suddenly all black.

The businessmen of the Ming Dynasty still have the popularity of literati in their bones, but at this time, they still refuse to recognize the situation, and scold with their necks, "Lying on the mud and the Gobi, there is a kind of killing Lao Tzu, you lackeys of Zheng Guofan......"

There was a sound, the knife light flashed at this time, Yi Neng Jingzhai was expressionless, slowly put the knife into the sheath, and the headless cavity of the merchant kneeling on the ground splattered Lao Gao's bloodstains, and carried it to the ground with a pop, Fusang's Jiecho is not a stone road like Daming, but a well-rammed dirt road, and immediately sucked the blood in, the ground became dark red and red, and there were a few screams in the store, and there were female relatives crying and making a fuss.

At this time, several leaders of the guild hurried over, one of them was Zhuang Fanhe, looking at the headless corpse lying in a pool of blood, and immediately cried, "Wu drunk, Qianqiu, Qianqiu, are you stupid, what is it really compared to a knife!" If you want money, give it to them first......"

The rest of the people's eyes turned red, and they glared angrily at Yi Neng Jingzhai, "Okay, you dog, we are all famous, you actually killed a scholar for no reason, you ...... You, you, you......"

Stretching out his little finger and plucking his ears, Yi Neng Jingzhai said slowly: "Everyone, although what you are talking about below is also an official dialect, but below you are Fusang people!" Everyone! In Fuso, in the eyes of the samurai, scholars are just chickens that can be killed at will. "I am secretly proud in my heart, my own mongrel (Fusang dialect has no derogatory meaning, more than the word of the surname) identity is really wonderful, left and right, this can better serve the lord!

These businessmen are doing business in Fusang, so they naturally know the customs of Fusang, no matter how powerful the minister is, it would be very good to have a few hundred stones, but a few hundred stones of the samurai is only a lower level, and even a middle-level samurai is not counted, at least more than a thousand stones to be considered a middle-level samurai, so this person said that in the eyes of the samurai, a scholar is like a chicken dog.

One of them stretched out his hand with red eyes, "Bah! Don't want to mess around, do you dare to say that you are not Uncle Zheng's person? "This person is not like the brainless one who was killed, so he is called an uncle, "You are wearing my Ming Dynasty's military robe, carrying my Ming Dynasty's bird gun, and you are actually good at killing scholars, I ...... I want to visit you, my uncle is the imperial history of the imperial court. ”

Yi Neng Jingzhai snorted, "Fusang is poor, I can't afford to make armor, these armors are bought with Daming Guo for money, as for the back, that is not called a bird gun, that is called a spring musket, but forgive you for a scholar who has only read the Four Books and the Five Classics and does not understand." "These words are actually slapping these people in the face, can the poor still spend a lot of silver to buy armor, Fusang iron ore is scarce, but there is no shortage of gold and silver, not to mention that the ratio of gold and silver in Fusang is one to four, and the Ming Dynasty is one to ten. At this time, the annual tax revenue of the Ming Dynasty was about 2.5 million, which was the era of Longqing Wanli Dakai Sea, and the Kangqian era of the Qing Dynasty when the sea was forbidden, and the annual tax revenue would exceed 30 million.

Therefore, the common people always say that the emperor is good, the officials below are greedy, and the officials should be killed, which may not be unreasonable, the system must be the biggest problem, but the officials and businessmen are indeed lying on the body of Daming to suck blood or even bone marrow, and killing some is not enough to calm the anger.

The scholar and merchant was satirized, Yi Neng Jingzhai continued to take people to the next house, and the owner of the house realized at this time that this was real, he was not in the Ming Dynasty, but in Fusang, the Ming court could not read people, but Fusang was a barbarian!

However, when a few big leaders of the trading house arrived, he still had some hopes, but he didn't want to, Yi Neng Jingzhai didn't talk nonsense to him at all, seeing that he still had that tone, he directly pulled out his knife and cut off his head, his head was rolling on the street, but blood was splashed everywhere.

"Next." Although Yi Neng Jingzhai is a diplomat and a sycophant, he is also the foundation of a sword hero, and he really doesn't blink an eye when he kills someone, and he takes people to continue to the next business.

A group of wolf-like soldiers dragged the merchant out, the man was also wearing a Confucian shirt, in the Ming Dynasty, if some status businessmen do not have fame, then you are embarrassed to talk to people when you go out, he was pushed and dragged outside, and then his knees hurt, and he was knocked by the scabbard and knelt on the ground with his legs.

"Tell me, do you pay taxes?" Yi Neng Jingzhai held the hilt of the knife and spoke slowly and logically, but his face was murderous.

The man was so frightened that he couldn't even speak for a while, Yi Neng Jingzhai didn't talk nonsense, his hand raised the knife and fell, and with a poof, another headless corpse fell to the ground.

The big leaders of the guild trembled with anger, but at this time, they finally realized that the situation was stronger than people, and this time they were really moving.

When Yi Neng Jingzhai led someone to drag out the owner of a chamber of commerce and press him to the ground, the merchant in the Confucian shirt finally couldn't bear it anymore, and burst into tears, "Pay taxes, pay taxes, pay taxes......

Someone started, naturally it was easy to do, this is the herd mentality, soon, a large sum of gold and silver all moved out, shining on the street, especially lined with blood stains all over the ground, it looks particularly tempting, bloody to tell people, what is called people die for money, birds die for food, what is called wealth and silk move people's hearts.

In particular, Yi Neng Jingzhai does not accept the most circulating Yongle Tongbao in Fusang, only gold and silver, and the proportion of gold and silver is not according to the rules of Fusang, but according to the rules of the Ming Dynasty.

At this time, Yi Neng Jingzhai walked over and smiled at the big leaders of the trading houses, "Several, you should be glad that your shop is not the first. This sentence is full of threats, but these wealthy businessmen have no strength to deal with him, people have been killed, and the silver has been paid, what else can they say, just admit it, and they may not be able to find an opportunity to find the field again in the future.

One of them is called Zhuang Fan, it is the one who cried just now, at this time his eyes were still red and swollen, this person was the most thoughtful, and he arched his hand to Yi Neng Jingzhai, "This lord, in Xia Zhuang Fanand, the people of Suzhou Mansion in the south, the silver, pay a lot in the next penny, but I want to ask, why do you suddenly want to kill people and Liwei?" Please give me your advice. ”

What he meant by this was that if you kill someone, you must also give a bowl of decapitated rice! Let's pay the money, you must let us know the reason!

Yi Neng Jingzhai didn't want to hide it from them, so he smiled, "You must not know that in Ningbo Mansion, there are Diao people who make trouble, and the abbot's house is burned, and the abbot himself is injured, and the news reaches our country, and my lord and queen are furious, and our lord and queen all admire the uncle, so naturally they can't hear the news...... "What he said, of course, is an excuse, but you can't debunk others, what about debunking, can you call King Fusang to Daming to confront the cabinet?"

Only then did everyone understand that this mud horse, we are suffering from unwarranted disasters! Zhuang Fan suddenly looked up to the sky and sighed, "I'm not afraid that my opponent is like a fairy, I'm afraid that my peers are like pigs and dogs!" ”

(To be continued)